Kafka
Joseph Gregory Lyrics

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Cocoa got four peso and buying out the whole store
Mess with me baby I'll show your ass out the door
Young boy got the mic and he showing up on the floor
Staying Ill
Cole on that J like its Dreamville
The vibes is on the top with the music I'm tryna sell
Cocoa might be young but I'm sure that he not lil
Shit it's 2019, baby why do we stay still
Can we chill Go 'head talk yo shit man I don't fuck with you
You can run yo mouth but it's all love, it's true
I think you ballin' chilling feeling like u doing it all
But then ur context is inaccurate ur reasoning's flawed, let's get it
Go 'head talk yo shit man I don't fuck with you

Let go
Let me be
Don't try and cross my energy
Don't care what you want, don't care what you need
Fall into who I wanna be

We rocking with that Rat-Pack synergy
Sinatra mentality, count my casualties
These haters question my authenticity
I'm basically a god so bitch your slander is blasphemy
I'm inside your consciousness with dose of the recipe
Woe is me, I don't fuck with their sympathy
Coz I feel like they testing me-'ventually
They'll take it outta my salary
This is what I do, I'm the best at what comes outta me
Don't take it another way, second rate just don't make sense to me
They told me add a bassline, make it sound like I FaceTimed
T-Minus and Drake and made their basslines my baselines
Labels want me trendy, like Ari or 6ix9ine
Put a hella verb on the track coz that's the shit now
Real talk, I got respect for these artists
But they the best at what they do and I'm just here to astonish
Selling out ain't about being like everyone else
I'd rather change the game and try to be the best of myself
Now be the first to say that I'm a motherfucking poser
I oppose you, all the posers, and your hoes, and all your rosters
It's a lost cause, coz all you fuckers closing up to roast us
But Canaan won't come close to you like it never did to Moses, ugh
Still tryna figure out what this prose is?
This for all the motherfuckers who fighting the strong winds
This for all the labels
This for all the bitches
All the people bite this
All the people bite this

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Cocoa got the drip yeah Young Cocoa rocking the vibe
Skipping when I step when I'm booling out with the tribe
Blue bill baby cash it when Donald Duck go to dive
Slide, through with the music it make me live
Fly, bee like it's honey call it a hive
Jesus take the wheel on the Tesla up when I ride
Gas up on the pedal no turning back when we drive
Look alive, boy on the block yeah I thrive
Do it for the homies who struggling to survive
Young Indio repping I see you when you strive
Fuck an industry ticket you'll see me when I arrive
Fuck a fake one homie real shit it's on god
Look up to the sky look up to the Lord
It's the new wave baby yeah it's the new tide
Spreading wide pen and paper we jotting down on the rhyme
On the fly, bake apple pie and then get high
Step aside, big underdogs it's our time
We ride we ride we ride
We ride we ride we live
Vibe manifest energy alkali
Try listen to heart yeah what is inside
Go head put that song out what do you get out that nerve
Watch yourself go drive by the lane and watch you go swerve
The only people for me are just the mad ones
So it's just me and my homies coz we the worst ones
Everytime we daydream, it's a pipe dream
And I'll be damned if I ever get to live out one
Put your hands in the sky if it's a long shot
Put your hands in the sky if dreams is all you got
Shit's miles away, but you could tread a lot
Put your hands in the sky if this is all you got
I can feel the ray of love inside of me
Ayo there's nothing left
There's nothing
There's nothing left
There's nothing left